For the longest time I never came across artwork that resonated with my lived experience of the world, or works that represented my community…
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I once thought I didn’t deserve some of the opportunities I received because I am a self-taught artist. No one ever told me this, it’s just something my insecurities allowed me to believe….
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When I was young, art helped me to expand my creativity and gain strength in my hands due to my disability. I knew I wanted to pursue a career that involved art but I believed that being an artist wasn’t enough nor seen as a “respected” profession…
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I used to believe I was not an artist, but merely a young girl with some talent that could draw. I considered those who could paint, draw, sculpt, etc. were ‘The Real McCoys’ and an artist was…
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I used to think being a full-time artist was out of my reach. I always thought I would have a full-time job and maybe moonlight as an artist. When I was younger…
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I remember always knowing I would be an artist, but I didn't know what that would look like…
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I grew up admiring classical artists like DaVinci, Van Gogh, and Monet. I also thought Picasso was brilliant but deep down, I believed they were artists and I was not….
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As a child, when I looked around me, I did not see many Black or African women visual artists who were professionally successful. Painting could not be more than a hobby, especially growing up in Gabon…
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Growing up, I didn't view painting as a career choice that would create stability for my future, even though it was something I enjoyed doing and brought peace to my life…
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